How We Learned to Perform What We Once Felt Let’s begin in twelfth-century France. The troubadours of Provence invented a language for love that still echoes in our ears. They sang of fin’amor—refined love—a passion directed at an unattainable lady, usually married, always above the lover’s station. The knight admired from afar. He composed verses.…
Why it outlasts the culture war, and why both woke left and nativist right are fighting the wrong fight You don’t need a new ideology. You need an old one, stripped of its performative excesses and returned to its quiet, boring, functional core: baseline liberalism. The idea that adults are adults – not representatives of…